Little Miss Dodd ran up laughing, and Marjorie could say no more; what more could she say than "good-bye"? But she wanted to say more, she wanted to say—but Emma Downs was asking her if it were late and Morris had gone.
"What a handsome young fellow!" exclaimed Miss Parks to Marjorie, hanging up her cloak next to Marjorie's in the dressing room. "Is he your brother?"
"My twin-brother," replied Marjorie.
"He doesn't look like you. He is handsome and tall."
"And I am homely and stumpy," said Marjorie, good-humoredly. "No, he is not my real brother."
"I don't believe in that kind."
"I do," said Marjorie.
"Master McCosh will give you a mark for transgressing."
"Oh, I forgot!" exclaimed Marjorie; "but he is so much my brother that it is not against the rules."
"Is he a sailor?" asked Emma Downs.